Watching the thousands upon thousands of newly corpses raising up and becoming undead of the 3rd-tier, Danzel was surprised that his evolution had this sort of effect.
"Sadly I got no control over them..." Danzel mumbled as he looked at his body.
The dead mana volume of his body has increased by at least 3 to 4 times the previous amount. He felt as if he shed an invisible layer that restrained him and only now was he free from it.
Though he couldn't breathe, he now could feel some sort of comfortable sensation coming from his mouth, confusing him quite a bit.
Putting his helmet in his storage ring, he touched his mouth to see what it was. Once he did, the comfortable sensation became stronger.
"Is it the dead mana...?" He mumbled to himself.
To confirm his suspicions, he made a huge lump of dead mana appear in front of his face, recreating the comfortable sensation.
